I have a slight impression that the autumn tree is not one, but a small grove of trees - poplar forests. It was a gloomy autumn evening, and there was an extra well in the memory element, a well for irrigation of farmland, about two meters in diameter, and the wellhead was surrounded by a cement well, with an arc-shaped outer edge, leaving a small notch for placing the pump, probably built to remind some careless people to avoid falling into the well.

The grove was surrounded by vast fields, most of which had already been harvested, and the black earth was dotted with tent-like stacks of wheat that could not be transported away, and the location of the field seemed to be some kind of mysterious formation.

The poplar forest is full of yellow fallen leaves, stepping on it crackling, the water surface in the well is also full of dead leaves, there is no gap, covering the wave marks on the water surface, if the water level in the well is level with the well, someone will not hesitate to step on it as a circular platform!

When the autumn wind blows, the fallen leaves on the ground flutter like butterflies, and the canopy of the poplar forest whines as the autumn wind flows through the treetops.

Looking up, the sky is divided into many irregularly shaped pieces by the branches, and occasionally you can see a few dead leaves that will fall sooner or later clinging to the branches, fluttering with the wind, both the vitality of the midsummer season and the sparse withering of the autumn at this time.

Autumn sparrows weave through the trees, stopping in the trees for a few seconds, then sliding swiftly into the fields before disappearing without a trace.

At that time, I was walking alone in the poplar forest, after the gust of wind, the scenery in front of me was temporarily frozen, I looked into the depths of the woods, the scene made me feel amazed, weaving and weaving the autumn trees, like the ice flowers condensed on the glass windows in the middle of winter, as if the trees here were based on the ice flowers, and the thin picture formed by the freezing and condensation of water vapor will always melt away when spring comes.

It was such an autumn forest that left an indelible impression on me. I leaned my elbows on the windowsill, and the air began to feel a slight coolness, and the dark blue of the evening sky had long since faded, and as night rose, the images of my memory faded away, like a handful of fine powder blown away by the wind, and once the fine particles were scattered, they could no longer gather again.

The street lamps on the Liberty Bridge in the distance, like torches lit during night adventures, stretch to both ends, the rear is connected to my eyes, and the front extends to the distant street scene that I see because of the night.

The noise of the day had now become much softer, and it had become a uniform and weak sound wave that enveloped all the light in the city, like the whisper of the night scene of the city projected on the calm and clear water as it rhymed on the faint ripples, as if it were the language of the city.

In front of the courtyard, there are several windows in the back of the hotel, one window on the first floor, two windows on the third floor, and one window on the fourth floor.

After a short time, the lights of those windows were quietly extinguished, and the courtyard returned to a dark space.

The night dyed everything in the hue of the night, the weeds in the courtyard were painted the color of the night, the black of the trees was darker than the surroundings, it was an extraordinarily pure black, and the insect chirping in the weeds was gone, and I began to pay attention

"Listen" to the language of the tree. Because my vision has adapted to the darkness, the form of the tree is clearly presented to me again, and I imagine its roots rooted in the soil, from which it once drew water and nutrients, and its strong branches grew in this way, and now death has made its branches even stronger, like a love song of life and time, only then can it be played and heard without any human noise.